I set off to Worthington, Ohio, to take a couple of pics of the farmer's market. Not very familiar with farmer's market rules, I arrived at around 1 PM; it was already done (who knew?). A little stroll around the area, and I came across a small barber shop - nameless, signless, except for a small barber pole on the side of the door. Maybe it was the barber pole, or the red brick walls, or the antique door that first drew me in - but when I saw the inside of the shop, I couldn't help but to step in.
Inside the shop was hundreds of pictures - photos, hand drawn images, gag-jokes, and the sorts - hanged on the wall. I would see bridal pictures with a man in his tux, another picture of what seemed to be a football coach, and countless of others. Football helmets hung from the wall, television showing the Olympic broadcast, and most important of all, a bunch of people, waiting for their turn, laughing at each other's jokes, while drinking beer and generally just chillin. I had to ask for a chance to take picture. Tom (which would find out about his name last) urged me to get a haircut, while Jim said that I needed it. Over the hour or so I was there, it was the most fun I've had in having my hair cut. I specifically asked for a 'non-asian-haircut', and another customer next to me offered a navy cut since he was in it; to which I promptly and politely refused. Laughter was had, stories, and just your everyday barberry; good times.
After the haircut, Tom was nice enough to let me take a couple of picture. I remembered Tom saying that he wanted his barbershop to become a legacy - passed down over generations of barbers, and shall be remembered forever. This one is my way of helping. Tom, Jim, Keep doing haircuts, and have a good time with your customers (friends). I shall come back within 5 months.